It must have been exactly fifteen minutes after the bell tolled over Sybal Heim. Arabelle hadn’t really been expecting anything exactly; it was more accurate to say that it all felt too surreal for her to react. Projecting the face of normality seemed to be her frozen stiff solution for staying calm until her mind could catch up with reality. What had they said? A change was coming with the night? She would change?
It actually happened in a matter of seconds but the mind holds memory in strange ways. Tense and shocked as she seemed to be, any surprise filled her mind to the brim with sights, sounds, sensations. She could remember every movement and every image that progressed through it all to such a level that, even though it didn’t actually feel like it lasted longer, she remembered it like it was a stone sinking through molasses.
She was sitting down, trying her utmost to ignore the transformation starting from her hand. She was vanishing, bone and skin evaporating into